the time has come for me to break out of the shell...

I just had a breakthrough.

I have not the slightest idea how to do anything graphic design-related.  It is important that you understand this in order to fully grasp why I'm so happy I can kiss a bum...

I have been working on a special personal project since August 2011 and I came to a major road block when I realized I seriously needed to hire a graphic designer and seriously lacked the cash to do so.  But if you know me, you've probably heard me say "Where there's a will, there's a way" at some point so I took my own advice and tried to go at it alone.

I have been fooling around with editing (see last post), web design (see 'www.andritarenee.com' and 'wix.com/pistolsandpetals/andrita') and I have learned some really rudimentary basic shit that I'm proud of.

Howeverrrrr....

Nothing compares to the joy I got when I figured out how to make the most basic/ simply chic business logo that ever existed! It was like I was in a race or something. Like I was either gonna go bald from pulling my hair out of frustration with this high tech new school shit or I was going to actually come up with something I could use.

Normally, I don't like to mention things that aren't really ready to go yet but I am so fucking shocked that I pulled this out of my ass that I want to tell the worrllld, dahling!

Diana, sing it out for these b*tches ;)

"Wait, is it possible... that they're gunning for me?"

"Im an alien from outer space

A Cyber girl without a face,
a heart,
or a mind"

distractions and inspirations.


everytime I blink my eyes my mind is being pulled in a different direction. I have been working on trying to Dee-Bo my way into a real entreprenuerial career lately. While at the fashion house I work for ("assisting" aka blogging), I realized that I may really want to self publish a book. I started writing a fiction novel when I was, like, in the eighth grade in a Mead notebook but I deaded that shit like I do with most of my bright ideas. Now, fifty years later, I think I'd like to pick back up where I left off. My dad would so be shaking his head at me right now if I told him this :). Clearly I am the directionless, overly ambitious child. I can't help it. And I don't want to.

I started my latest course at FIT recently(Flat Pattern Design- don't ask me what that is, thats why I'm there lol....it's patternmaking). Very interesting to be there with all the newcomers (Fall semester fresh-meat). I was equally inspired and annoyed by them lol. I do NOT fit in. And I dont mean that in a cool way, either. I think that my twenties are panning out to be how normal peoples high school years go. Except I don't really mesh with the jocks OR the nerds lol. I'm bugging. Twenty-four and I embody Jeanine Garafalo's character in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. I'm the foul-mouthed, all-black-wearing girl smoking cigarettes behind the bleachers. Minus the cigarettes....well, and the bleachers.

Fitting in is for losers anyways.